Friday, November 10, 2006
(6:58 AM) | Adam Kotsko:
Friday Afternoon Confessional: I loved you first
I confess that when I woke up, I expected it to be after noon, but it was actually 8:30. I'm not sure whether I'm disappointed about this.I confess that Clap Your Hands Say Yeah is over-rated. I confess that one of the first tracks on their album is eerily reminiscent of the song "Stop Whispering," off Radiohead's first album. I confess that when the Arcade Fire was occupying the slot of Great New Indie Band, I liked them, but they haven't aged well in my opinion. I confess that this confession is probably way out of date.
I confess that I haven't shaved in over a week. I don't have real ambitions of growing a beard. Instead, I confess that the only thing keeping me from shaving is the fact that I'm neurotic -- I've been on the same blade for like six months, and the two nearest stores that sell replacement blades have them locked up to prevent shoplifting. I am always embarrassed to ask clerks to unlock that stuff. I confess that when I found that Walgreen's had theirs locked up, I walked four blocks down to the nearest CVS rather than ask the people at Walgreen's to unlock the cabinet.
I confess that I kind of like the scraggly look. I'll probably keep growing it out until I notice mothers clutching their children close when I walk by. (I confess that when blogging, I reuse a lot of lines first developed in conversation with my roommate Mike -- for instance, that last one.)
I confess that my paper for the panel on Theology and the Political should be fun to deliver. Now this weekend I have to churn out a paper on Zizek's use of Paul, and a major source of stress in my life will be gone.
I confess that my coffee-drinking habits have become very erratic. I used to think I was an addict, but now I sometimes go a day or two without having any caffeine at all, with no adverse effects. I confess that I've thought about just giving up coffee altogether, but too many people spend all their time giving up things. Our cultural elites have managed to make abstinence and asceticism "cool" -- and somehow expensive at the same time. Well, I confess: fuck that.
Fuck that, indeed.
